As I tiptoe through the English Country Garden.
Trying not to disturb the beautiful sights and sounds
I smell the sweet flowers that grow
Like the Buttercups
Forget-me-nots
and the snow drops on show
I hear the birds sing in the sweet joy of spring
And I see the butterfly that sways gently in the breeze
I see the hedgehog waking from his sleep
And the Insects like the bees the ladybirds
I see People with hay fever through allergens in the air
Spring time is here it's that time of the year.




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